Glorious this morning here, as in it was pissing with rain and we hardly saw anyone else on our normal walk, when for the last few weeks it's been mobbed. God, I've missed the rain. Plenty of space for playing and training, though Bill refused to sit for a marked retrieve, even though I was using his favourite rabbit pocket. He gave me the most plaintive 'murp', quite clearly meaning 'do I really have to?' and I couldn't bring myself to insist. I'm sure real gundogs don't mind getting their fluffy little arses wet.
@SpanielsGalore when Bill went to puppy class, there was this perfect GR who used to spend the class sitting nicely and gazing adoringly at its owners. The other two puppies were hiding under the owners' chairs, while Bill, of course, spent the whole time trying to climb the barriers to get to the other dogs and generally looking for trouble. Perfect Puppy then started to go to the same daycare as Bill which was lovely (they're in a gang, apparently, along with a Dulux dog we know from his walks). One day a couple of months back, we saw Perfect Puppy on the Common. The first time that happened (shortly after puppy class) Bill ran over to them with no recall and it was mortifying. This time round, PP ran the width of the Common to get to Bill, with absolutely no sign of recognition that she had an owner at all. I cannot tell you how utterly delighted I was 😄
In other schadenfreude adolescent news, one of my friends is having to replace their living room floor as their teenage rescue dog peed on it so much that all the floorboards swelled up.